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The aspect of death is a misjudged contemplation where we go to a linear place of redemption, This is a misguided concept like the caveman thinking the first flame to bleed on the form of the world as omnipotent and something to be beneath it on knees. But death is but a complex mechanism of intricate measure, we are interlinked between the moments of existence and that of a fading breath. This opens the nature of chaos but ignorance is the child of needing, where thought is the treasure of life, a synaptic echo that once we forgo t he need of linear awareness and contend with the motions that energy is a transference of our being. Life, death, motion & static conception are but forms of thought that are needed to contemplate our existence within the fabric of what we only understand. We are a formation of neurons and cells that fluctuate and congregate the energies of existence, but our moment is finite and yet evolving. We die into what was a moment. Energy never fades but changes form. we are the existence of what is around seen and beyond our linger forms today.
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Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 5:23 PM UTC
We Are More Than Blood And Bone
The aspect of death is a misjudged contemplation where we go to a linear place of redemption, This is a misguided concept like the caveman thinking the first flame to bleed on the form of the world as omnipotent and something to be beneath it on knees. But death is but a complex mechanism of intricate measure, we are interlinked between the moments of existence and that of a fading breath. This opens the nature of chaos but ignorance is the child of needing, where thought is the treasure of life, a synaptic echo that once we forgo t he need of linear awareness and contend with the motions that energy is a transference of our being. Life, death, motion & static conception are but forms of thought that are needed to contemplate our existence within the fabric of what we only understand. We are a formation of neurons and cells that fluctuate and congregate the energies of existence, but our moment is finite and yet evolving. We die into what was a moment. Energy never fades but changes form. we are the existence of what is around seen and beyond our linger forms today.
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Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 5:23 PM UTC
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